The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 192: Dream of Who

Athena found herself dreaming of him again. The same man, the same blue eyes, the same warmth that made her heart race in a way she couldn't understand.

She didn't know his name, yet the familiarity of his presence wrapped around her like a forgotten lullaby.

Every time she saw him in her dreams, she felt a sense of longing, an ache deep within her bones that whispered of something lost, something she had once cherished but could no longer remember.

She had been trying to ignore it, trying to dismiss it as mere illusions brought upon by exhaustion and the stress of survival, but it was getting harder to deny.

These dreams weren't just random images conjured by her tired mind. They felt real, as real as the world she was currently living in.

And what unsettled her the most was the possibility that these were fragments of her past, memories buried deep within her subconscious, struggling to resurface.

The world in her dreams was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was not Earth, nor was it the apocalyptic wasteland she had grown accustomed to.

It was a place filled with towering structures made of gleaming metal, skies illuminated by moons she had never seen, and creatures so advanced they seemed almost mythical.

The technology there was far beyond what humanity had ever achieved, and yet, she moved through it with ease, as if she had lived in that world before.

Sinalta.

The name whispered through her mind like a ghost. She had never heard of such a place before, and yet it resonated within her, tugging at the deepest corners of her consciousness.

Had she been there once? Had she walked upon its land, breathed its air, fought in its wars? It was an impossible thought, but one she could not shake.

In her dream, she stood in a vast chamber made of smooth black stone, the walls glowing faintly with golden inscriptions she did not recognize yet somehow understood.

The man stood before her, his gaze piercing, searching, as if waiting for her to remember. He was wounded, his long black hair falling over his face, but he still held himself with the pride of a warrior.

She knelt beside him, instinctively reaching out to bandage his wounds, her hands moving with practiced precision.

The moment her fingers touched his skin, a flood of emotions overwhelmed her, grief, longing, an unbearable sense of loss.

"You came back," he murmured, his voice rough with pain, but there was something else beneath it. Hope.

Athena opened her mouth to speak, but before she could respond, the dream shifted. The man vanished, the chamber dissolved into darkness, and suddenly, she was in the midst of battle.

But this was no ordinary battle. She was fighting creatures she had never seen before, monsters that resembled the Zergs she had only ever heard of in stories.

Their bodies were grotesque, their claws sharp, their eyes glowing with mindless hunger. But she was not afraid.

She moved with deadly precision, her sword an extension of herself, cutting through them effortlessly.

And each time she struck, the same red butterflies emerged, glowing and ethereal, dancing in the air before the corpses burned away.

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She recognized this. This was her. This was her past. Athena gasped as she jolted awake, her body covered in a cold sweat.

The cave was dark, the only source of light coming from the faint glow of the embers left from their makeshift fire.

The others were still asleep, their bodies exhausted from the previous day's journey. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her pounding heart, but the dream refused to fade.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, staring at the darkness, but when she finally looked up, she found Xavier watching her.

His eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, unreadable as always.

"You had another dream," he said, not as a question, but as a statement.

Athena hesitated, but there was no point in lying. "Yes."

His expression remained neutral, but there was something in his gaze, something that told her he knew more than he let on. "And?"

She clenched her hands into fists. "It felt real."

Xavier tilted his head slightly, considering her words. Then, after a long silence, he simply said, "Maybe it was."

She stared at him, expecting him to say more, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned back against the cave wall, his smirk returning. "You'll figure it out soon enough."

She frowned at him, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. "Why do you always act like you know something I don't?"

Xavier chuckled. "Because I do."

Before she could press him further, a sound echoed through the cave, distant but sharp.

Athena immediately tensed, her instincts on high alert. She wasn't the only one. The other survivors stirred, some grabbing their weapons, others exchanging uneasy glances.

Xavier stood up, his expression turning serious. "Something's out there."

Athena quickly rose to her feet, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword. She moved toward the cave entrance, carefully peering outside.

The night was still, the sky blanketed with thick clouds, but she could feel it, the presence of something lurking in the darkness. Then, she saw them.

Figures moved through the trees, their bodies blending into the shadows. They weren't human.

Their movements were too unnatural, too precise. Her grip tightened on her sword. She had seen creatures like these before, back in her dream. The realization sent a shiver down her spine.

Xavier stepped beside her, his expression unreadable as he watched the approaching figures. "Looks like we have company."

Athena exhaled sharply, steadying herself. Whatever was out there, whatever was coming for them, she would be ready. And this time, she wouldn't run from the truth.

Athena steadied her breath, her grip tightening around her sword. The figures in the darkness moved closer, their glowing eyes cutting through the shadows.

She could feel her pulse quicken, but her fear was drowned out by something else, an eerie sense of familiarity.

These creatures, their movements, their presence, it was all too similar to what she had seen in her dream.

Xavier's voice was low, almost amused. "Ready for another fight?"

Athena exhaled, her stance firm. "Always."

As the first creature lunged from the darkness, she met it head-on, her blade flashing as the red butterflies began to dance once more.